She’s surprised when he grabs her from behind, up into his arms, cradling her like a groom carrying his bride. She lets out a shrieking laugh, playfully hitting his shoulder.
“Jesse!” She says, giggling. He laughs softly, kissing her nose.
“Just smile for the camera, sweetie.” He murmurs. She turns her head, beaming at the photographer. They had agreed to do this photoshoot for some magazine that she couldn’t remember the name of right now, and at this point, the photographer was just letting them do whatever they felt like, to get some ‘natural’ shots. After getting a few shots of the carrying, Jesse lets her down gently, and she giggles, kissing his cheek. The photographer snaps a picture of that, and Jesse casts him a sly glance of the corner of his eye. The photographer replies with a small smile, and Rachel suddenly feels like she’s out of the loop. Before she can say anything, Jesse has slid down onto one knee and there’s a little black box in his hand. And before he can say anything, she has thrown her arms around his neck and is murmuring ‘yes’ over and over into the crook of his neck.
(Source: albrightsally)
